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Spilling secrets to me
lies you want to believe
but with each tall tale
a crown of thorns impales
If I ever thought life was easy
well you know I'd be a liar
with each blunt you reveal
trying to get even higher
Hiding from the non pleasantries
that have wrapped around you
like a snug winter coat,
until one couldn't possible cope
Too much smoke and mirrors
and self inflicted wounds
from those we unfortunately know
who were born to lose
Suffering like a martyred saint
from some twisted perception
you know this isn't heaven
no twenty-one gun salute, either
mathiasthom
written 10/16/11
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